I can’t get past this in my camera roll. Because that face Is just to Adorable
Baby goats
mirrors!
Thank you for the request, @abbiedail dear! 💌
Shinso x reader
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Requests are: open!!💌
Dear friends and family, the time has come, I am now hosting my very first giveaway!
I know how much it sucks to not be able to afford merchandise, so I thought why not help one of my followers out with a part of my first salary.
The giveaway ends on November 5th, one day after Mr. Choi’s birthday!(6pm German time)
The Rules
+ must be following me
+ must be of legal age or have your parent’s / guardian’s permission
+ you can like this post once and reblog it once a day
+ no spam / giveaway blogs /inactive blogs
+ ask box / chat has to be available for me in order to inform you of your win
+ must answer within 2 days
+ do not delete this text when reblogging
The Prizes
+ BigBang Lightstick Version 4
+ T.O.P, GD and Seungri character socks (uni size)
+ BigBang A to Z Tin Box
+ BigBang VIP silicone wristbands (1 black + 1 yellow )
+ an album of your choice from kpoptown.com (max ~ 40€ )
+ BigBang pencil case in either black, pink or yellow
+ EVERYTHING sweatshirt in your size
should a prize not be available anymore at the time this giveaway ends I will add something else :)
You will have to give me your adress so I can order the items to where you live (international), once I have paid I am not responsible for any loss of the items on their way to you, my part will be over with that. I will send you the tracking links if available.
Please message me should any questions occure.
I FEEL SO ATTACKED
unravel ; in bloom / ryomen sukuna ( jujutsu kaisen )
( somebody came into this house & tucked their heart inside your chest i won’t whisper who it was, but he’s laying in your bed. ) a/n: above lines are from ‘untitled’ by wafia. the quote “the corruption begins with the mouth, the tongue, the wanting” by erica jong.
the corruption begins with ;
THE MOUTH: “did you forget,” you remind him, “that you are no longer who you once were before?” he loathes the reminder, knows too much of it, thinks too much about it. the separation of the body and soul is a frightening thing. in the distance between his remnants and his being is a yearning to be whole again, complete once more. how strange that destruction is beautiful in everything but him.
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Damn right
(WEAR HEADPHONES, it’ll sound better)
Inbox is always open!
Pray for my girl coco she aint dead but she might choke if those idiots keep holding her like this
G-dragon fluff Drabble pleaseeee + no specification
a/n: god i forgot how much i love writing for jiyong PLS - ruby
✵ gn!reader, baking together, established relationship, winter vibes but no holiday specified!
Jiyong’s lips catch yours the moment you turn from the counter, tasting like chocolate chips from stolen bites of cookie dough. Your flour-caked hands leave palm prints on his dark shirt, but he merely pulls you closer with a grin, chest expanding beneath your touch with a stifled laugh.
“You--…” He tries to silence you with a kiss, but you persist. “Need to stop… Eating.. The cookie… dough.” The words come out in a staccato between pecks, your mouth curling into a knowing smirk when he huffs in response. “Or else I won’t be able to make these cookies you said you’d die without.”
When he pulls away to reply with a snarky retort, you take the opportunity to snake your way out of his grip, barely escaping his sticky, sugary fingers as they attempt to latch onto the tie of your apron. The neatly tucked bow unravels, but you sacrifice the fabric and reach for the bowl of cookie dough while Jiyong growls playfully behind you.
“Baby…” He whines, as you hold the bowl above your head with both hands. “Hand it over!”
You giggle before clearing your throat, forcing your expression into feigned determination. “Over my dead body,” you state, raising your chin. The kitchen sits in silence for a moment, two, and then Jiyong has that look; eyes thinned, dark pupils sparkling.
You’ve been chased by him enough to recognize his familiar stance, and you barely take off before he does, the sound of his socks sliding against the tile filling your ears seconds later.
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